NOT us having the most emotional gutpunching pivotal moment of clarity in this narrative so far only for our character to wake up and be told we pissed ourselves

I'm not a bus driver but I am a Tram driver and I couldn't make it to your workshop because of work...and then you walked right in front of my tram on the pier in Oslo, I wanted SO badly to lean out and wave to you. Anyway, the taxi policy goes for the trams too

"don't waste your coin on watchers, no one can really speak to souls" HEY

you and me garryck, colonist goodboys. definitely not gonna be put thru the wringer. not gonna die

why is this orlan so FUCKING TALL

doomed to be a lurker i guess

I've always been this way too I made a facebook account at like 11 because of peer pressure and then didn't touch it for a decade till i could dig up the password to nuke it out of existence

actually don't take me there that is a nightmare doghouse